Heard someone assert that MBA’s have ruined the world. Seemed a hyperbolic statement at the time. Though casting my eyes around an ever more enpoopified landscape, it’s tough to disagree.

One web LLM I was screwing around with had Job Interview as a preset. Ok. Played it totally straight the first time and had a totally positive outcome. Thought the interviewer way too agreeable. The next time I said the most inappropriate stuff I could imagine and still the interviewer agreed to come home with me to check out the rock collection I keep under my bed and listen to Captain Beefheart albums.

That sounds very cool. I’m totally ignorant of the hardware requirements. What sort of minimum setup would such an install take?

It’s also sometimes used as shorthand for crypto-orchidism -undescended testicles.

Maybe everyone should listen to the Jonestown tape at some point. It’s truly horrible, but may provide some inoculation against demagoguery.

Hmm. Mouse is corrupted by the influence of the ring, escapes. “In place of a Dark lord, you will have a squeaky king! All shall love my little whiskers and despair!”

Long-time offgridder here. Would love to have a reasonable alternative to lead-acid or lithium. Opted for lead-acid again on the last battery swap around 5 years ago. Squeezed about 12 years out of the last set -though they were pretty degraded by that time. This bank is depreciating faster, probably because of increased use.

How many sets of footprints in the sand??

“The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallowed sub-category. He’s got esprit up to here…”

deleted by creator

Looks quite efficient. See also: rocket stoves, specifically the pocket rocket design. Though the ones with lots of thermal mass probably serve folks better while taking up more space. Various wood gasifier stoves are pretty neat. I’ve got a little one for camping.

In this instance, I’d predict the components of this stove will oxidize away quickly.

“Mr. Chambers! Don’t get on that ship! That OS, it’s…it’s a COOKBOOK!”

Penneh!

Metalhead.

“and POTENTIALLY tell me to go fuck myself.”

Oooh. Catharsis.

Steve Goodman and John Prine are said to have written the “perfect” country song. Incorporating as it does trucks, trains, the rain, mama, drinkin’ and prison.

“Well, I was drunk the day my mama got out of prison And I went to pick her up in the rain But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck She got run over by a damned old train…”

H.G. Wells would like a word. The Morlocks have some recipes to share.

If you are in the U.S. and have a Habitat for Humanity ReStore nearby, there are often lots of “dumb” flat screens to be had for a song. If you don’t mind a slightly older bit of hardware.

The goal is surely to capture every human need and package them as obnoxious subscriptions.

Had a cat that dearly loved noodles. Would climb all over you for a strand of spaghetti.